Gankutsuou Fan Fiction ❯ Gankutsuou Reborn ❯ Dangerous Liaisons ( Chapter 6 )
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Anime/Manga: Gankutsuou Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Classic | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.12.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 331 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gankutsuou Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Classic | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.12.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 331 | Status: Completed
GANKUTSUOU REBORN
© September 13, 2005 By Rory V. Pascual
CHAPTER SIX: Dangerous Liaisons
When Etienne arrived at the La Decadenza after his tryst with Albert, he was readily met by Tintoretto, who informed him that he would not be performing that evening. The Italian did not give him any reasons for this sudden change in schedule. Still, such day-offs were rare that the singer decided to take advantage of it. Going up to their suite, he gathered all the nice letter paper he could find and plopped right down at his desk to write that much delayed letter to Eugenie Danglars.
The words flowed from his pen like running water as he narrated to the pianist everything that had happened to him. Etienne described his meeting with Lucien and Beauchamp, and their promise to help him leave the club. Of course, Albert was certainly not left out. By the time he was finished with his ten-page missive, he was chagrined to see that he had used up six of those pages just talking about Albert alone.
Smiling, Etienne added as a postscript, "Forgive me if I seemed to have rambled on a lot about Albert. But I'm sure if you two meet, you'll understand why. You and Albert have changed my life, and I thank you so much for that."
Done, the singer gazed outside the window. Engrossed as he was with his writing, he did not realize that night had already fallen. He stretched his arms up and yawned.
"My, how quickly time flies!" he mused aloud, as he opened his drawer. The gold pocket watch that Albert had given him caught his eye. He picked it up and laid it on his palm, opening the cover.
Death is certain. The hour uncertain.
Albert had told him that the watch had been a gift from someone dear to him. At first, he thought it had come from Franz. However, he always imagined the late Baron d'Epinay to be of cheerful disposition, same as his friend. These words were just too sinister, definitely not appropriate to be engraved on a watch that was meant to be a gift.
"Who gave you to Albert?" Etienne quietly asked the pocket watch, not at all expecting a reply.
From out of nowhere, someone answered, :It came from my friend.:
Etienne nearly dropped the watch in his shock. Pressing his hands to his temples, he wondered fearfully if he was about to suffer another attack. He waited and waited for that splitting headache to develop. Thankfully, he felt no pain.
The singer dismissed it as a trick of his mind. Figuring that he would ask Albert about the watch next Sunday, Etienne put it back inside his dresser, together with his letter to Eugenie, and locked it. With nothing else to do, he decided to go down and see what was happening at the club. Regardless of what Tintoretto had said, he would not mind if he sang an impromptu number or two.
However, the singer's happiness was short-lived when he was met by one of the bouncers just as he stepped out of the lift.
"You have a customer, Etienne," burly Bruno informed him. "He's waiting for you at the lounge."
So here was the true reason for his day-off. Sighing, he told the bouncer, "Let me get changed first, Bruno."
"No, you're fine the way you look. You'd better hurry. He's been waiting for half an hour. Oh, and he paid for an all-nighter, so…"
Etienne glumly answered, "Yes, I understand."
The bouncer noticed the sorrow on the singer's face. Bruno quickly added, "If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to buzz me, all right?"
"I will," Etienne beamed at the big man, feeling a bit guilty as well. Of all the bouncers at La Decadenza, it was Bruno who looked after his welfare. "Thank you, Bruno."
Lest his client become angry at his lateness and complain with Tintoretto, the singer hurried into the lift and went straight up to the lounge.
"Good evening," Etienne greeted cheerfully as he entered the guest lounge. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I…."
The words died in his throat at the sight of Gasparde sitting on the velvet armchair. The man was already dressed in a loose robe, prepared for the sensual night ahead. He was dismayed to notice that the bottle of brandy on the table beside him was completely consumed. If there's anything that the singer dreaded, it was to have this particular client drunk.
"You certainly kept me waiting, Etienne," Gasparde slurred the words as he stood up, slowly approaching the singer like a predator.
"I did not mean to, Monsieur Gasparde," Etienne stammered fearfully. "If I had known it was you, I would have…"
"You would have told your Master that I have some kind of disease so you wouldn't have to service me."
The singer took a step back, the urge to flee growing stronger with every second. Gasparde grabbed his arm before he could do so, and yanked him close to his rank body.
"Monsieur Gasparde, no…" Etienne struggled to break free from the man's loathsome embrace.
"You can't lie to me, boy," Gasparde whispered in his ear. "I know why you've been avoiding me. There's someone else, isn't there? A handsome young man with brown hair and blue eyes… Someone whom Tintoretto doesn't know about."
Albert!
"I…I don't know what you're talking about."
Gasparde dug his fingers into the singer's hair and jerked his head back. "Don't deny it! He's your lover!"
"No, you've got it wrong!" Etienne cried. "He's just a friend, someone I met at the church."
"Would you kiss a friend on the lips like this?"
Etienne wanted to gag as Gasparde pressed his mouth to his lips, a lewd, rank tongue intruding into his moist depths. This disgusting kiss was something that the singer could not take.
His hand went up before he knew he was doing so, and he slapped the man in the face. It was a terrible mistake, the singer realized. The mad glint in Gasparde's rheumy eyes spoke of horrid things he intended to do to the younger man.
With a speed that he never knew the fat man was capable of, Gasparde tackled Etienne to the floor. The singer lashed out with his fists and feet, feeling those big hands probing his body. But Gasparde stilled him with a punch to his face. At once, blood welled up inside his mouth and he fell back dazed. Gasparde took advantage of the singer's condition to strip him of his clothing. When the older man pressed his full weight down on him, Etienne struggled anew, trying to wrench his hands free from the tight hold on his wrists.
"STOP IT!" Etienne screamed as he brought his knee up, directly connecting with the man's groin.
As Gasparde doubled over, the singer crawled away from him, but not before seeing the man's private parts.
This time, Etienne found himself gagging on the carpet. Gasparde's member was red and swollen, the length covered entirely by pustules that oozed with a thick, greenish yellow fluid.
"So you find me disgusting, eh, my pretty Nightingale?" Gasparde reached out and grabbed the singer's ankle. Etienne's fingers dug into the carpet, trying in vain to get a secure hold. Gasparde, however, was much too strong.
Pulling Etienne onto his lap, he muttered ominously, "I paid a fortune for this night with you. I intend to get my money's worth whether you like it or not."
"Don't, Monsieur Gasparde!" Etienne was close to weeping. "Please don't do this to me!"
But Gasparde spun him around abruptly that the singer found himself facing that putrid erection. "Let's see if that mouth of yours is good for something other than singing."
Tears began to stream down Etienne's face as his head was forcefully pushed down onto that disgusting member.
Then, rage, an emotion that was completely alien to him, rose up inside his heart like the magma of a volcano. The singer's right hand closed around that diseased length and gave it a hard twist. Gasparde howled in agony as he tried to pry that iron grip from his erection.
Etienne watched what happened next as though he were merely a casual observer. His left hand went up to his face, and he removed his glove with his teeth. He was stunned to see that his fingernails had become sharp claws.
Then, he spoke in a voice that was his own and yet knew did not belong to him. "Filthy son of a bitch! Do you think I would take that putrid thing inside my mouth? I'm of a mind to slash it off right now!"
"No, no, Etienne!" Gasparde screeched. "Please don't!" Those terror-filled cries were silenced by thrusting the fingers of his right hand, dripping with pus, into the fat man's mouth. Gasparde blanched and he fell over to the side, retching his guts out.
"Disgusting, isn't it?" the singer asked Gasparde in derision.
With a strength he never knew he possessed, Etienne reached down and snatched Gasparde's hair. He dragged the retching fat man by the hair into the lift and pressed the 'Down' button. As the lift stopped at the ground floor, Etienne went straight to Tintoretto's office, ignoring the startled looks of Bruno and the other bouncers. Kicking the door open, he shoved Gasparde on the floor, right in front of the shocked club owner.
"Etienne!" Tintoretto was outraged. "What's the meaning of this? What did you do to Signore Gasparde?"
In reply, the singer yanked up the hem of the fat man's robe and showed him the purulent member. Tintoretto's face color changed into a sickly green.
"I told you before that I will not have this diseased bastard taking liberties upon my body," Etienne answered back strongly.
Tintoretto turned to Gasparde, who was gasping for breath. "Forgive me, Signore. I will return your money this instant."
"You will not!" the singer declared. "After the humiliation I endured, I demand some compensation." He waved his right hand, which he had used to grab the fat man's erection. "Besides, I would need it in case my poor hand develops an infection."
The money he had paid was not on Gasparde's mind. "He's a demon! A demon, I tell you!" he screeched at Tintoretto, before fleeing from his office.
When they were finally alone, Tintoretto stormed towards Etienne and slapped him hard in the face, causing the younger man's head to whip to the side at the blow, his long hair covering his face.
"You've gone too far, Etienne!" Tintoretto shouted. "That man was an important client! You did not have to do that!" He fumbled for his belt, determined to give his singer the thrashing that he deserved. "Perhaps, I should teach you your place!"
Tintoretto's wrist was seized before he could lash out at the singer.
"You? You are going to teach me my place?" Etienne asked derisively, as he twisted the Italian's wrist painfully back. With a shake of his head, he let his hair fall back, so that his face was clearly seen. "Do you have any idea who you are talking to?"
Something on Etienne's face caused Tintoretto's eyes to widen and a gasp to escape from his lips. Satisfied that he had made his point clear to the evil Italian, the singer released him.
"Let me make this clear to you, Tintoretto," Etienne declared as he strode outside the office. "I do not want this happen again."
Luna's Nightingale did not wait for the Italian's reply. Closing the door behind him, he headed for the lift, brushing aside the questions that a concerned Bruno had for him. He went straight up to the suite on the fourth floor.
Entering the suite, Etienne felt himself sag wearily to the floor, the incredible strength he possessed earlier suddenly leaving him.
My God! What just happened? Etienne thought in fear and confusion. That couldn't be me, was it?
:No, it was me.:
The singer's face jerked upwards at that answer to his question. The motion found him looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was horrified to see the dark pink marks that glowed on his forehead. From two curlicues, glowing eyes peered back at him.
:Are you all right, Etienne?:
Despite his fear of the entity inhabiting his body, Etienne readily sensed the concern in his query. "Yes, I'm fine. It was you, wasn't it? You were the one who saved me from Gasparde."
An amused chuckle. :Well, I certainly couldn't have us infected by that disgusting cock of his now, can I?:
Etienne found himself laughing as well. "Very true, and I thank you so much for that." The singer inched close to the mirror. Curiously, he touched the marks on his face, his fingertips accidentally touching the eyes. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"
Those glowing eyes blinked furiously as they began to tear up. :Not really. Just don't do that again.:
"I take it you've been living inside my body all this time. Why is it only now that you've made your presence known to me?"
:I wasn't strong enough then. In truth, I still haven't regained all of my powers yet. But I think it was enough to rid you of that pig.:
"Is it true what Gasparde said? Are you a demon?"
:It depends. What do you think am I?:
Etienne thought for a long moment. "I must admit I was frightened of you before."
:Are you saying that you're not afraid of me now?:
"Not exactly but… I think I'd like to get to know you first before I make any premature judgments. That would be fair, right?"
Inside his mind, the entity laughed. :You are a delightful creature, Etienne Delacroix!:
"And I find you quite intriguing." Etienne gave the entity a warm smile. "Thank you very much…Gankutsuou."
Gankutsuou gave the young man a gracious bow. :You are most welcome, my dear Angel of Music.:
© September 13, 2005 By Rory V. Pascual
CHAPTER SIX: Dangerous Liaisons
When Etienne arrived at the La Decadenza after his tryst with Albert, he was readily met by Tintoretto, who informed him that he would not be performing that evening. The Italian did not give him any reasons for this sudden change in schedule. Still, such day-offs were rare that the singer decided to take advantage of it. Going up to their suite, he gathered all the nice letter paper he could find and plopped right down at his desk to write that much delayed letter to Eugenie Danglars.
The words flowed from his pen like running water as he narrated to the pianist everything that had happened to him. Etienne described his meeting with Lucien and Beauchamp, and their promise to help him leave the club. Of course, Albert was certainly not left out. By the time he was finished with his ten-page missive, he was chagrined to see that he had used up six of those pages just talking about Albert alone.
Smiling, Etienne added as a postscript, "Forgive me if I seemed to have rambled on a lot about Albert. But I'm sure if you two meet, you'll understand why. You and Albert have changed my life, and I thank you so much for that."
Done, the singer gazed outside the window. Engrossed as he was with his writing, he did not realize that night had already fallen. He stretched his arms up and yawned.
"My, how quickly time flies!" he mused aloud, as he opened his drawer. The gold pocket watch that Albert had given him caught his eye. He picked it up and laid it on his palm, opening the cover.
Death is certain. The hour uncertain.
Albert had told him that the watch had been a gift from someone dear to him. At first, he thought it had come from Franz. However, he always imagined the late Baron d'Epinay to be of cheerful disposition, same as his friend. These words were just too sinister, definitely not appropriate to be engraved on a watch that was meant to be a gift.
"Who gave you to Albert?" Etienne quietly asked the pocket watch, not at all expecting a reply.
From out of nowhere, someone answered, :It came from my friend.:
Etienne nearly dropped the watch in his shock. Pressing his hands to his temples, he wondered fearfully if he was about to suffer another attack. He waited and waited for that splitting headache to develop. Thankfully, he felt no pain.
The singer dismissed it as a trick of his mind. Figuring that he would ask Albert about the watch next Sunday, Etienne put it back inside his dresser, together with his letter to Eugenie, and locked it. With nothing else to do, he decided to go down and see what was happening at the club. Regardless of what Tintoretto had said, he would not mind if he sang an impromptu number or two.
However, the singer's happiness was short-lived when he was met by one of the bouncers just as he stepped out of the lift.
"You have a customer, Etienne," burly Bruno informed him. "He's waiting for you at the lounge."
So here was the true reason for his day-off. Sighing, he told the bouncer, "Let me get changed first, Bruno."
"No, you're fine the way you look. You'd better hurry. He's been waiting for half an hour. Oh, and he paid for an all-nighter, so…"
Etienne glumly answered, "Yes, I understand."
The bouncer noticed the sorrow on the singer's face. Bruno quickly added, "If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to buzz me, all right?"
"I will," Etienne beamed at the big man, feeling a bit guilty as well. Of all the bouncers at La Decadenza, it was Bruno who looked after his welfare. "Thank you, Bruno."
Lest his client become angry at his lateness and complain with Tintoretto, the singer hurried into the lift and went straight up to the lounge.
"Good evening," Etienne greeted cheerfully as he entered the guest lounge. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I…."
The words died in his throat at the sight of Gasparde sitting on the velvet armchair. The man was already dressed in a loose robe, prepared for the sensual night ahead. He was dismayed to notice that the bottle of brandy on the table beside him was completely consumed. If there's anything that the singer dreaded, it was to have this particular client drunk.
"You certainly kept me waiting, Etienne," Gasparde slurred the words as he stood up, slowly approaching the singer like a predator.
"I did not mean to, Monsieur Gasparde," Etienne stammered fearfully. "If I had known it was you, I would have…"
"You would have told your Master that I have some kind of disease so you wouldn't have to service me."
The singer took a step back, the urge to flee growing stronger with every second. Gasparde grabbed his arm before he could do so, and yanked him close to his rank body.
"Monsieur Gasparde, no…" Etienne struggled to break free from the man's loathsome embrace.
"You can't lie to me, boy," Gasparde whispered in his ear. "I know why you've been avoiding me. There's someone else, isn't there? A handsome young man with brown hair and blue eyes… Someone whom Tintoretto doesn't know about."
Albert!
"I…I don't know what you're talking about."
Gasparde dug his fingers into the singer's hair and jerked his head back. "Don't deny it! He's your lover!"
"No, you've got it wrong!" Etienne cried. "He's just a friend, someone I met at the church."
"Would you kiss a friend on the lips like this?"
Etienne wanted to gag as Gasparde pressed his mouth to his lips, a lewd, rank tongue intruding into his moist depths. This disgusting kiss was something that the singer could not take.
His hand went up before he knew he was doing so, and he slapped the man in the face. It was a terrible mistake, the singer realized. The mad glint in Gasparde's rheumy eyes spoke of horrid things he intended to do to the younger man.
With a speed that he never knew the fat man was capable of, Gasparde tackled Etienne to the floor. The singer lashed out with his fists and feet, feeling those big hands probing his body. But Gasparde stilled him with a punch to his face. At once, blood welled up inside his mouth and he fell back dazed. Gasparde took advantage of the singer's condition to strip him of his clothing. When the older man pressed his full weight down on him, Etienne struggled anew, trying to wrench his hands free from the tight hold on his wrists.
"STOP IT!" Etienne screamed as he brought his knee up, directly connecting with the man's groin.
As Gasparde doubled over, the singer crawled away from him, but not before seeing the man's private parts.
This time, Etienne found himself gagging on the carpet. Gasparde's member was red and swollen, the length covered entirely by pustules that oozed with a thick, greenish yellow fluid.
"So you find me disgusting, eh, my pretty Nightingale?" Gasparde reached out and grabbed the singer's ankle. Etienne's fingers dug into the carpet, trying in vain to get a secure hold. Gasparde, however, was much too strong.
Pulling Etienne onto his lap, he muttered ominously, "I paid a fortune for this night with you. I intend to get my money's worth whether you like it or not."
"Don't, Monsieur Gasparde!" Etienne was close to weeping. "Please don't do this to me!"
But Gasparde spun him around abruptly that the singer found himself facing that putrid erection. "Let's see if that mouth of yours is good for something other than singing."
Tears began to stream down Etienne's face as his head was forcefully pushed down onto that disgusting member.
Then, rage, an emotion that was completely alien to him, rose up inside his heart like the magma of a volcano. The singer's right hand closed around that diseased length and gave it a hard twist. Gasparde howled in agony as he tried to pry that iron grip from his erection.
Etienne watched what happened next as though he were merely a casual observer. His left hand went up to his face, and he removed his glove with his teeth. He was stunned to see that his fingernails had become sharp claws.
Then, he spoke in a voice that was his own and yet knew did not belong to him. "Filthy son of a bitch! Do you think I would take that putrid thing inside my mouth? I'm of a mind to slash it off right now!"
"No, no, Etienne!" Gasparde screeched. "Please don't!" Those terror-filled cries were silenced by thrusting the fingers of his right hand, dripping with pus, into the fat man's mouth. Gasparde blanched and he fell over to the side, retching his guts out.
"Disgusting, isn't it?" the singer asked Gasparde in derision.
With a strength he never knew he possessed, Etienne reached down and snatched Gasparde's hair. He dragged the retching fat man by the hair into the lift and pressed the 'Down' button. As the lift stopped at the ground floor, Etienne went straight to Tintoretto's office, ignoring the startled looks of Bruno and the other bouncers. Kicking the door open, he shoved Gasparde on the floor, right in front of the shocked club owner.
"Etienne!" Tintoretto was outraged. "What's the meaning of this? What did you do to Signore Gasparde?"
In reply, the singer yanked up the hem of the fat man's robe and showed him the purulent member. Tintoretto's face color changed into a sickly green.
"I told you before that I will not have this diseased bastard taking liberties upon my body," Etienne answered back strongly.
Tintoretto turned to Gasparde, who was gasping for breath. "Forgive me, Signore. I will return your money this instant."
"You will not!" the singer declared. "After the humiliation I endured, I demand some compensation." He waved his right hand, which he had used to grab the fat man's erection. "Besides, I would need it in case my poor hand develops an infection."
The money he had paid was not on Gasparde's mind. "He's a demon! A demon, I tell you!" he screeched at Tintoretto, before fleeing from his office.
When they were finally alone, Tintoretto stormed towards Etienne and slapped him hard in the face, causing the younger man's head to whip to the side at the blow, his long hair covering his face.
"You've gone too far, Etienne!" Tintoretto shouted. "That man was an important client! You did not have to do that!" He fumbled for his belt, determined to give his singer the thrashing that he deserved. "Perhaps, I should teach you your place!"
Tintoretto's wrist was seized before he could lash out at the singer.
"You? You are going to teach me my place?" Etienne asked derisively, as he twisted the Italian's wrist painfully back. With a shake of his head, he let his hair fall back, so that his face was clearly seen. "Do you have any idea who you are talking to?"
Something on Etienne's face caused Tintoretto's eyes to widen and a gasp to escape from his lips. Satisfied that he had made his point clear to the evil Italian, the singer released him.
"Let me make this clear to you, Tintoretto," Etienne declared as he strode outside the office. "I do not want this happen again."
Luna's Nightingale did not wait for the Italian's reply. Closing the door behind him, he headed for the lift, brushing aside the questions that a concerned Bruno had for him. He went straight up to the suite on the fourth floor.
Entering the suite, Etienne felt himself sag wearily to the floor, the incredible strength he possessed earlier suddenly leaving him.
My God! What just happened? Etienne thought in fear and confusion. That couldn't be me, was it?
:No, it was me.:
The singer's face jerked upwards at that answer to his question. The motion found him looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was horrified to see the dark pink marks that glowed on his forehead. From two curlicues, glowing eyes peered back at him.
:Are you all right, Etienne?:
Despite his fear of the entity inhabiting his body, Etienne readily sensed the concern in his query. "Yes, I'm fine. It was you, wasn't it? You were the one who saved me from Gasparde."
An amused chuckle. :Well, I certainly couldn't have us infected by that disgusting cock of his now, can I?:
Etienne found himself laughing as well. "Very true, and I thank you so much for that." The singer inched close to the mirror. Curiously, he touched the marks on his face, his fingertips accidentally touching the eyes. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"
Those glowing eyes blinked furiously as they began to tear up. :Not really. Just don't do that again.:
"I take it you've been living inside my body all this time. Why is it only now that you've made your presence known to me?"
:I wasn't strong enough then. In truth, I still haven't regained all of my powers yet. But I think it was enough to rid you of that pig.:
"Is it true what Gasparde said? Are you a demon?"
:It depends. What do you think am I?:
Etienne thought for a long moment. "I must admit I was frightened of you before."
:Are you saying that you're not afraid of me now?:
"Not exactly but… I think I'd like to get to know you first before I make any premature judgments. That would be fair, right?"
Inside his mind, the entity laughed. :You are a delightful creature, Etienne Delacroix!:
"And I find you quite intriguing." Etienne gave the entity a warm smile. "Thank you very much…Gankutsuou."
Gankutsuou gave the young man a gracious bow. :You are most welcome, my dear Angel of Music.:
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It took Tintoretto almost an hour and a whole bottle of Madeira to calm his quaking nerves. He had been warned about it actually. But to actually see those marks, to behold the face of the Devil himself…
Wiping the sweat from his brow, the Italian picked up his phone with a trembling hand and punched in a number. After only two rings, the telephone on the other end was answered.
"Who the hell is this?" an annoyed voice growled into the receiver. "I said I didn't want to be disturbed."
"I'm sorry, Boss," Tintoretto stammered an apology. "It is I, Tintoretto."
"What the hell do you want? I told you to lie low for awhile because the Interior Ministry is on to us."
"No, it's not the Ministry, boss. It's that…other…matter." Before the man on the other end could say anything, Tintoretto blurted out, "I saw him, Boss! HIM! He almost emasculated one of our clients!"
"Didn't I tell you to be selective of the clients you give to my Nightingale? Let me guess! It's Gasparde, wasn't it? Every whore in the four quadrants knows that he has a disease. Damned bastard should've gotten what he deserved!"
"But boss…"
"Never mind. I'll finish a little business here and then I'll fly straight back to Luna."
"But what about Etienne?"
"Just let him do what he does best in the meantime. Let him sing. When I arrive there, he will service no other client except for me. Which is my right after all, since I am his true owner, and not you."
Wiping the sweat from his brow, the Italian picked up his phone with a trembling hand and punched in a number. After only two rings, the telephone on the other end was answered.
"Who the hell is this?" an annoyed voice growled into the receiver. "I said I didn't want to be disturbed."
"I'm sorry, Boss," Tintoretto stammered an apology. "It is I, Tintoretto."
"What the hell do you want? I told you to lie low for awhile because the Interior Ministry is on to us."
"No, it's not the Ministry, boss. It's that…other…matter." Before the man on the other end could say anything, Tintoretto blurted out, "I saw him, Boss! HIM! He almost emasculated one of our clients!"
"Didn't I tell you to be selective of the clients you give to my Nightingale? Let me guess! It's Gasparde, wasn't it? Every whore in the four quadrants knows that he has a disease. Damned bastard should've gotten what he deserved!"
"But boss…"
"Never mind. I'll finish a little business here and then I'll fly straight back to Luna."
"But what about Etienne?"
"Just let him do what he does best in the meantime. Let him sing. When I arrive there, he will service no other client except for me. Which is my right after all, since I am his true owner, and not you."
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The man put down the receiver of his phone, cutting off whatever else Tintoretto was going to say. He gave the whore beside him a pat on the behind before standing up. He went towards the window and gazed up at Luna's skull face.
An evil smile curled up the corners of his lips. "So you've awakened at last, Gankutsuou. Very soon, you and I shall be reunited, and we shall see who among us should be the true Ruler of the Underworld."
An evil smile curled up the corners of his lips. "So you've awakened at last, Gankutsuou. Very soon, you and I shall be reunited, and we shall see who among us should be the true Ruler of the Underworld."
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